Chapter 169

• Ella's POV
• I dressed Evelyn in her favorite yellow dress, the one with the little sunflowers embroidered along the hem. She giggled as I brushed her hair, her small hands clumsily trying to attach the tiny butterfly clip she insisted on wearing. When we were finally ready, we stepped out to meet Marcel, who was already waiting by the car, keys in hand and a thoughtful look shadowing his face.
• As we slid into the car and buckled in, Evelyn asked in that curious, innocent tone of hers, “Mommy, where are we going?”